Dear future self...

I’m sorry if I hurt you in the process of setting my boundaries. Please know that before I reached this point, I tried and tried and tried to hold it together, to stay the same and keep you close to me. However, I realized that I am someone worth keeping too—someone worth trying and trying for as well. So yeah, I’m sorry if the boundaries hurt you, but I was already hurting long before I set them up.

So I hope, really hoping. All of us are okay.  Be kind.

I’m rooting for the future me, I hope she’s happy, I hope she’s alive.

I’m 24 years old now. At the moment I lost the feeling of being good at something, I lost the desire to move forward. I'm being lost and there’s no one that can help me. I have no one to turn to. I sometimes feel that it’s better to end it (my life) but I think of mama bear and papa bear, I feel bad. I can’t just leave them like that. I’m rooting for you. I hope you found the fire inside you again.